Superskunk
Nevermind if you're feeling to tall
It's easy to become very small
I stood there when he started to stall
I never grounded his nose went to crawl
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It's easy to complain about all
Fathers wouldn't do no harm
I shiver by the thought of it all
I used to make that same phone call
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Superskunk
Não se importe se você está se achando alto
É fácil se sentir bem pequeno
Eu fiquei lá quando ele começou a travar
Nunca o fiz voltar, ele foi rastejar
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É fácil reclamar de tudo
Pais não fariam mal nenhum
Eu tremo só de pensar em tudo isso
Eu costumava fazer essa mesma ligação
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Composição: Allan Muller / Pascal Deweze